The security guard's eyes must be poisonous before he can make a living. First of all, he thinks that Meng Xiaoan is a very imposing person. Whether a man has an aura can be judged from his appearance. Although Meng Xiaoan is in that early stage,
The young man looked feminine and thin, or weak, but his eyes were extremely sharp, like an unsheathed knife, and his sharp edge was revealed. Furthermore, he noticed Zhao Yaoyao behind Meng Xiaoan, and his clothing taste was undoubtedly that of the best.
, and Meng Xiaoan, who was wearing a somewhat simple dress, was walking in front, so how could this person be pretending to be a pig to eat the tiger, so the security guard respectfully invited Meng Xiaoan in.
Zhao Yaoyao couldn't stand the leisurely look on Meng Xiaoan's face with his hands in his trouser pockets, and deliberately made him angry: "Hey, do you have any money?"
Meng Xiaoan turned around and gave her a half-smile, with a teasing smile in his eyes: "You don't have to spend money to eat. You are pretty and have a good figure. I want you to be pressed here. I want to be in the hotel."
The manager will be delighted."
The fat man smiled and said: "I rely on you to be bad. If Zhao Yaoyao is detained here, we will all be doomed."
Zhao Yaoyao glared at Meng Xiaoan, "You are cruel."
The hotel waiter led several people to a mid-range room. Meng Xiaoan took a look at the furnishings. They were simple and pleasing to the eye. The curtains were warm colors and there were several calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall.
Regarding the study of calligraphy and painting, Meng Xiaoan was a rookie, but he could pretend to be so. He looked at a landscape painting with Zhang Bonian and said, "Is this real or fake?" He remembered reading a magazine that said every painting by Zhang Bonian was
It's very valuable. This painting can be hung here so that guests can't take it away secretly.
Zhao Yaoyao walked over, wondered for a while, then turned around and said: "Really, Zhang Bonian's handwriting is estimated to cost about one million." She looked very proud.
"So valuable?" Meng Xiaoan smiled playfully and said to the plump waiter, "Miss, are you not afraid that these will be stolen?"
Only Meng Xiaoan would ask this in person. Damn, he is indeed a very "conspiratorial" person.
Zhao Yaoyao said first: "Look at this person's quality."
The waitress smiled and said: "Sir, there are many people who have the idea of these paintings, but they were caught by the security before they even walked out of the door. Our security here are all selected from the special forces."
Meng Xiaoan squinted his eyes and smiled: "That's true, not many people can get out of here safely." After a pause, "This should be the highest-level room, right?"
The waitress took a closer look and confirmed Meng Xiaoan's identity as a low-key young man. She said slightly apologetically: "I'm sorry, sir, the high-level room in our hotel has been booked and will not be available until tomorrow."
Meng Xiaoan said gently: "Then can you tell that person to lend it to us for a few hours, and we will leave after eating. I'm sorry to bother you."
The waitress looked confused, but quickly said: "Okay, I'll go ask, please wait a moment."
Meng Xiaoan is not showing off, but letting Zhao Yaoyao have a good meal. As a "host" and a friend who fulfills "responsibility", even though Zhao Yaoyao is a sharp-tongued girl, and she is sarcastic along the way, she has nothing to do with it.
No, if you pretend to be cool, you will be struck by lightning. Meng Xiaoan still lives a low-key life and does things in a low-key manner. As for those so-called young masters, I will not offend others unless they offend me. The Crown Prince of the Long Gang, with such a big-name identity and
The hat is pressed down on the body and the top of the head. It is obviously unreasonable to bully the young master. Regardless of whether it is true or false, this identity always has some benefits. He never dreamed of entering here before. Where did he come from?
That's a lot of money, so let's show off today.
"Sir, I'm sorry, that person refused." The waitress looked embarrassed and did not transfer the person's arrogant words to Meng Xiaoan. The hotel is in business, and peace is the most important thing.
"Take me there and I'll communicate with him." Meng Xiaoan's tone suggested that he couldn't bear to refuse.
"Xiao An, we can just eat here." Fatty said, "I like it here."
"It's okay, Fatty. It's rare for me to treat you to dinner. If I don't treat you well, I will..." Meng Xiao'an paused, "My balls hurt."
"This gangster." Zhao Yaoyao didn't understand at first, but then she immediately thought of men's things and cursed.
Hilarious.
"Sir, this is the room." The waiter brought Meng Xiaoan to a room with the door closed.
Meng Xiaoan knocked on the door politely.
"### lamb's, who is it?" A loud voice sounded inside. Half a minute later, a middle-aged man with a lewd appearance and a few hairs on his beer belly opened the door. Meng Xiaoan followed and looked inside.
, a young girl was looking disheveled inside, and it seemed that the man and woman just now were having some sex inside.
"What are you looking at? Who are you?" The obscene man looked furious. Damn it, I was having fun with a woman inside, and someone knocked on the door again. What kind of world is this.